Anna was game, her eyes sparkled as she said she knew just such a woman, that she lived in Allentown, was about thirty-five years old, pretty, well shaped and preserved, refined, that she was in modest though comfortable circumstances, had given birth to a lovely and very pretty girl, who was now about such an age, born out of wedlock. The man had not married her, but she got along very well, and was still a friend of his, while from talks she had with her recently she knew, beyond doubt, she would be very ready to yield to me. As for the girl knowing, that would have to come by my arrangement, but as her friend lived in a very small town house she knew there could only be one bed room and she guessed it could not be helped but the pretty and chunky girl must see and hear every thing. She gave me a brief note of introduction, and I adroitly, considerately but unmistakably led to the point. Anna had already confided in her about us two. The name of this new flame was Mary, and the girl's Liza. Mary said she had but the one bedroom and what would she do about Liza? To which I replied: “Oh, we'll be quiet, she will be fast asleep.

Besides, what's the difference? She must learn about men and women sooner or later, and far, far better the girl learn through us than strangers.” Oh, the Dutch women are pliable if a man is but pleasant and has a little money he can easily get on the right side of them.

Liza proved to be a most pretty blond child, with heavy golden hair in ringlets, about her shoulders, as plump as a partridge, very large for her years, she would very easily pass as thirteen or fourteen, though she was only just past eleven. I was really astounded that one so young could look so big and plump. Her breasts were almost ripe, nice and firm and round. Her bottom was very large and solid as wood that would have graced many a woman let alone so young a girl.